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Hetalia Theory:
Iceland.
I heard mom and dad fighting again. They were using the kind of words they told me to 'never repeat again'. They do this every night after dinner, if I'm lucky. Even in my special hiding place in the attic I could still hear them... I heard them... Talking about me?
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
They were talking about me as if they know everything about me. I buried my head in my stuffed puffin, named Mr. Puffin of course. They don't know anything. I heard doors slamming and more screaming. Once things settled down I dozed off.
I was quickly woken awake, Mr. Puffin was missing, and I was sprawled out on the attic floor. I sat up. Something was wrong. I crawled to the exit leading into my room. I stuck my head through the square hole. Everything in my room was gone. Just an empty room, even the latter was gone. what happened to my stuff? How am I supposed to get down? I thought to myself. Things suddenly went... Red? Like in one of those old movies when something wickedly bad is about to happen. Well, just that happened. I was quickly scooped up by something, my small arms and legs flailing and kicking whoever this was. When I looked up, I couldn't see anything, When I looked down, same, nothing. There were no arms around me, and I had no clue who or what this was. A cloth was put over my nose and mouth. My body went numb and I was asleep again.
I woke to the sound of a car driving off. I looked around where I was, An empty building with only walls, windows and a vaulted ceiling.
"Hey! Kid, You finally up, huh?" A deep voice with a thick accent yelled.
I looked around for who it was. Other than my Stuffed puffin, I was alone. No... could it be? Was it Mr. Puffin? I walked closer to him, On the other side of the building.
"Was that you?" I asked.
"Whadda mean? 'course it was me!" The stuffed animal didn't even move and yet it was still talking.
"How are you doing that?"
"What? Talkin'? I've always done it, and you're just now choosein' to listen to me?"
I scoffed and took a better look at my surroundings. I was nighttime, but I couldn't tell exactly what time. The building looked like an abandoned barn, void of it's animals. I walked to the nearest window, I could just barely see over the bottom sil. Finally choosing to stand on my toes I could see a litte more. Nothing special, just an empty field, covered in snow, probably surrounding the whole building. The car I heard earlier was gone, no sign of it, or any others coming this way.
"How did I get here?" I asked, turning to where I left Mr. Puffin.
"You still do get it?" The Puffin somehow made it's way to the other side of the structure. I directed my eyes to him.
"Poor kid... Left alone to die with no way home."
"What?"
"Didn't you hear any of their conversation last night?"
"Well, Yes... But they were talking about me... not so much each other." I referred back to that I heard:
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!"
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
"They talked about getting rid of you, And look at where you are."
I took a second to comprehend, then it hit me.
"Why...? They were always mad at each other but... Never at me..." I said, Sitting down under the window.
"Exactly. If they can't live with each other, how could they live with a little kid running around?"
This made me think a little...
"So, how do I get out of here?"
"You can't. Unless you feel like walking 30 miles."
I let out a defeated sigh, walked myself to the nearest corner, and sat. I closed my eyes and dozed into sleep.
I don't remember anything after that.
***
A field covered in snow. That's all I saw around me. Surprisingly, It wasn't cold... I sat up from the hole in the snow my body made. I turned my head to the right, there were mountains in the distance. I looked to my left, and I saw the ocean, There was a huge ship docked at the shore. I could see a few people climbing off, one quickly walked to me. A tall blonde that seemed to have a sort of aura around him. As he came closer I noticed he had a small curl following his head. He kneeled in front of me.
"Hello... Little brother." He said as he picked me up under my arms.
***
Hetalia Theory:
Iceland.
I heard mom and dad fighting again. They were using the kind of words they told me to 'never repeat again'. They do this every night after dinner, if I'm lucky. Even in my special hiding place in the attic I could still hear them... I heard them... Talking about me?
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
They were talking about me as if they know everything about me. I buried my head in my stuffed puffin, named Mr. Puffin of course. They don't know anything. I heard doors slamming and more screaming. Once things settled down I dozed off.
I was quickly woken awake, Mr. Puffin was missing, and I was sprawled out on the attic floor. I sat up. Something was wrong. I crawled to the exit leading into my room. I stuck my head through the square hole. Everything in my room was gone. Just an empty room, even the latter was gone. what happened to my stuff? How am I supposed to get down? I thought to myself. Things suddenly went... Red? Like in one of those old movies when something wickedly bad is about to happen. Well, just that happened. I was quickly scooped up by something, my small arms and legs flailing and kicking whoever this was. When I looked up, I couldn't see anything, When I looked down, same, nothing. There were no arms around me, and I had no clue who or what this was. A cloth was put over my nose and mouth. My body went numb and I was asleep again.
I woke to the sound of a car driving off. I looked around where I was, An empty building with only walls, windows and a vaulted ceiling.
"Hey! Kid, You finally up, huh?" A deep voice with a thick accent yelled.
I looked around for who it was. Other than my Stuffed puffin, I was alone. No... could it be? Was it Mr. Puffin? I walked closer to him, On the other side of the building.
"Was that you?" I asked.
"Whadda mean? 'course it was me!" The stuffed animal didn't even move and yet it was still talking.
"How are you doing that?"
"What? Talkin'? I've always done it, and you're just now choosein' to listen to me?"
I scoffed and took a better look at my surroundings. I was nighttime, but I couldn't tell exactly what time. The building looked like an abandoned barn, void of it's animals. I walked to the nearest window, I could just barely see over the bottom sil. Finally choosing to stand on my toes I could see a litte more. Nothing special, just an empty field, covered in snow, probably surrounding the whole building. The car I heard earlier was gone, no sign of it, or any others coming this way.
"How did I get here?" I asked, turning to where I left Mr. Puffin.
"You still do get it?" The Puffin somehow made it's way to the other side of the structure. I directed my eyes to him.
"Poor kid... Left alone to die with no way home."
"What?"
"Didn't you hear any of their conversation last night?"
"Well, Yes... But they were talking about me... not so much each other." I referred back to that I heard:
"I feel bad for the kid to have you for a parent!"
"I bet he feels the same towards you!"
"They talked about getting rid of you, And look at where you are."
I took a second to comprehend, then it hit me.
"Why...? They were always mad at each other but... Never at me..." I said, Sitting down under the window.
"Exactly. If they can't live with each other, how could they live with a little kid running around?"
This made me think a little...
"So, how do I get out of here?"
"You can't. Unless you feel like walking 30 miles."
I let out a defeated sigh, walked myself to the nearest corner, and sat. I closed my eyes and dozed into sleep.
I don't remember anything after that.
***
A field covered in snow. That's all I saw around me. Surprisingly, It wasn't cold... I sat up from the hole in the snow my body made. I turned my head to the right, there were mountains in the distance. I looked to my left, and I saw the ocean, There was a huge ship docked at the shore. I could see a few people climbing off, one quickly walked to me. A tall blonde that seemed to have a sort of aura around him. As he came closer I noticed he had a small curl following his head. He kneeled in front of me.
"Hello... Little brother." He said as he picked me up under my arms.
***
Literature
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North Italy
[Read along here on YouTube! Reading done by angelhalo777 (https://www.deviantart.com/angelhalo777)]
[Now translated into German here! Done by alltimeOpheliac (https://www.deviantart.com/alltimeopheliac)]
[Now translated into Spanish here! Done by Pinkieshy345 (https://www.deviantart.com/pinkieshy345)]
***
“Ciao!” Feliciano waved happily at his friend.
He smiled and waved back before turning around and walking down the small Venice sidewalk. Feliciano sighed, his smile slowly fading. He had just spent the whole day with his friends. That’s how he spent most days. He had a nice care free life. But it wasn’t all perfect, no life was.
He then continued the other way down the narrow road to his home. He shoved his hands in his poc
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Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: Sweden
[Now read it here in Swedish! Translated by ShizukaWorld (https://www.deviantart.com/shizukaworld)]
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac (https://www.deviantart.com/alltimeopheliac)]
***
Berwald ripped a sheet a paper off his locker, barely glancing at it. He crumpled it in his hand. On the paper was written in thick black letters, “gay fagget”.
He was used to this though, as horrible as this seemed. The others at his school were never fond of him. No one ever talked to him, unless they were insulting the boy. Again, he was used to this. He knew he was unusually tall and open about topics, which the others took advantage of. One would have thought with age, this problem would have
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Creepypasta: Hetalia theory- Liechtenstein
"Daddy?"
"Yes Lili?"
"Why don't I have a brother?"
"Because you need a mommy to have a brother."
"Why don't I have a mommy?"
Lili's father's tone went from relaxed to serious.
"You don't have a mommy because you killed her."
He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and put the newspaper he was reading down.
"Go to your room now, Lili. I'm going to work."
Lili's father grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. Lili sat on the ground where she had been playing before and asked,
"Daddy?"
"What is it, Lili?"
"Can you get me a brother?"
He said nothing, instead he walked out the door and left her there.
She stood up and ran
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Yay~ Finished Ice-kun~
HAPPY B-DAY ICE-KUN!!
I wanted to add a picture, but the submitting thingy wouldn't let me >:C
Original plot (c): ~SailorInferno12908 ( [link] )
Iceland/Hetalia (c): Himaruya Hidekaz
HAPPY B-DAY ICE-KUN!!
I wanted to add a picture, but the submitting thingy wouldn't let me >:C
Original plot (c): ~SailorInferno12908 ( [link] )
Iceland/Hetalia (c): Himaruya Hidekaz
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devonya: *laying down, in a coma-type state*
all my other ocs: *panicking*
me: and this is why i nedd to not read things like this xD
all my other ocs: *panicking*
me: and this is why i nedd to not read things like this xD